They call it ‘stick season’.
That space in between the summer greens and winter whites.
That time when all is still and quiet.

Some - dread it.
Others - embrace its simplicity….its extraordinary light.

And there - they stood.
Five of them - actually.
Looking forward. Looking back. Finding ground right there in the middle.

I say this about every season - but in this morning’s moment…
’stick season’ may be the best season of them all.